All Chapters of Curvy Girl Returned With His Best Friend’s Baby: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Jace’s POVThe first thing I noticed was the silence. Not the absence of sound— the absence of her. Lana was never quiet in a room like that. Even when she didn't speak, I could feel her. I finished the fake meeting with clenched teeth, shaking hands and a smile I didn't bother to hide anymore. The men across the table kept talking, pretending nothing was going on.I stood up without shaking hands.“I'm done," I said."You haven't signed the document and we aren't finished with the procedure. This is an 80 percent profit for you. You can't go without signing.”“Are you going to stop me?" I said coldly.One of them laughed nervously. “Mr. Monroe, we are not finished…" "Well, I am.” I walked out.The party felt different, the music was louder than before and lights were more fierce, the guests were more intoxicated, I scanned the room instinctively.She wasn't there.I moved faster, pushing through people, ignoring complaints, stepping on shows I didn't apologize for. My eyes searche

Jace’s POVI was still inside the police van moving toward the station, one of them had handed me some papers and reports to file while they contacted all road officers to check for any suspicious activities. My head was spinning with every fact that Lana would be tortured or killed even. I was supposed to protect her, we all knew the proposal was fake. Why did I leave? But when I saw the footage, she had three drinks. That wouldn't have made her so high that she couldn't do anything. We also know that she is the target, yet I allowed her to be there among her predators. How fucked can I be? Tapping my fingers on my laps, as the police siren sounds echoing as they drive through the traffic. “We have also been searching for clues and everything after you came with her to report it, but our supervisor told us to stop since some letters from the upper room warned them about firing all of the department here. We are as afraid as you, we have recorded more kidnapping over the years,

Jace’s POV The rain got heavier the moment we emerged onto the main road.Wipers moved back and forth aggressively, barely clearing the windshield before water flooded it again. Traffic slowed to a crawl. Red brake lights stretched endlessly ahead of us, cars packed tight, horns blaring without purpose. The siren above us wailed, but no one could move. There was nowhere to go.I leaned forward in my seat, hands clenched, my knee bouncing uncontrollably.“No alternative out of this?" I asked softly."I don't think so sir,” the driver said, trying to cut through two cars in front.“Sound your horn to make them know it is an emergency. We need to move.” No answer.“Move,” I muttered under my breath. “Move.”The officer driving hit the horn again, frustration clear on his face. “This rain came out of nowhere, drainage is bad on this route. It’s always like this when it rains.”My jaw tightened. “We’re losing time.”“We’re still moving,” the female officer said calmly from the passenger

Lana’s POV I kept my eyes half-closed when the door opened.Light spilled in briefly, harsh and white, before the guards stepped inside and shut it again. My head was still pounding, but I let my body slump like I hadn’t fully recovered. Slow breathing. Unsteady posture. I needed them to believe the drugs were still working.My wrists were bound now.Plastic cable ties, tight enough to hurt if I twisted too much, same for most of the women. A few had rope instead, thicker, harder to cut.They had learned.I felt the small piece of broken metal pressed flat against my thigh, hidden under the hem of my dress. I had wedged it there earlier when no one was watching. It scraped my skin every time I shifted, but I welcomed the pain, it kept me focused.The guards didn’t speak to us, they never did unless it was an order, one stood by the door. Another leaned against the shelves, scrolling through his phone, the third walked slowly down the line, checking restraints.Keys hung loosely from

Lana’s POV My eyes opened slowly, my head started to hurt immediately, not a sharp pain, but heavy. Like my thoughts were wrapped in cotton and pressed down, my mouth was dry, my tongue felt too heavy, I tried to swallow and barely managed it.I was sitting upright.That was the first thing that didn’t make sense.The second was the chair.It was solid beneath me, not the cold floor or the metal bench from before, my wrists were restrained again, this time behind the chair, tight enough to remind me not to struggle but loose enough to avoid cutting my skin. My ankles were free, but my legs felt weak, like they wouldn’t hold me for long.I blinked hard.The room came into focus slowly.It wasn’t a warehouse, no stacked containers, no exposed beams, the walls were clean, painted dark, no windows, soft lighting from the ceiling. A table sat a few feet in front of me. A glass of water rested on it.Someone wanted me awake.That realization cut through the fog faster than the drug wore of